Everything's been my fault...

[[So me, @amphibianisms and @mediocrepilgrim had this idea so guys, I figured I’d make a starter for us! ^-^]]

Beatrice sores through a snowy, grey sky. Not quite sure how far she has flown, but she knew her wings tired. She’d heard that a witch queen could have the solution to her curse and a way to reverse it’s effect on her and her family. This she sought out with desperation. ‘Two mountain peeks, the castle in between’ repeated in her mind of where she had heard to go to seek her prize.

She flew on but not long later did the bluebird get caught up in the winds which blew heavily now on the weakening bird. She guessed she’d have to trek once again when she was rested. 

Allowing the wind to carry her down she lands in the deep snow, a nice cushioned landing for the tired bird. She really didn’t have any idea on how long she had been in the sky but it was taking it’s toll. Beatrice pulls herself from the snowy cushion which softened her rough but controlled landing and she found her way into a small sheltered branch of a bramble bush. 

The bluebird weaved her way through out of the cold, feeding on the few remaining berries which were cold from the endless falling snow which froze them. Preserving their juicy content from spoiling and so she enjoyed the somewhat sour refreshment they gave before settling to rest. 

Beatrice’s resting was peaceful, only it ended abruptly to the sound of ringing sleigh bells which chimed repeatedly close by. She awoke, finding herself entwined by the bushes thick foliage, causing her to struggle as she hears the ringing stop and the heavy breaths of 2 exhausted reindeer. She kept struggling, the bush seeming to move slightly with her but it’s branches did not budge or loosen their grip. Beatrice lets out a few songs in distress as the moving of her wings and body caused thorns to bare deep into her, these noises catching the ear of a wrinkly goblin who strays away from his majesty to investigate the noises.

“What are you doing, Ginnabrik?” a voice asks coldly, the voice didn’t sound too happy about someone but then Beatrice sees the ugly face as the branches are pulled aside and then comes the grim, wrinkled hand which pulls her free. “Nothing, just pulling this ere dumb bird from the tree. I eard mumbling and it seems to be the source, my queen.” The ugly face grins, “Bring it here, Ginnabrik!”  The queen demands and so Beatrice is brought closer to a chilling sight of the witch. “Get those filthy hands off me!” Beatrice screeches, “Do you even bathe?!” she questions, the goblin seeming to be taken aback. 

“Let it free, Ginnabrik!” the cold hearted witch says, her chilling tone sending shivers down the birds spine as she’s freed. Taking flight and landing on the front of the sleigh. “Thanks…” Beatrice sighs as she dusts her feathers down, looking quite displeased for a bird. The witch watches, cocking her brow, “So how does a bird like you get into my domain?” The witch questions, to which Beatrice quickly replies. “I simply followed directions but got…” She is cut of. “Who cares birdy, no need to tell your life story.” The goblin grunts, “by whom?” the queen stares. “uhh… The barmaid said about a witch in another land whom may answer my wish to lift the curse.” She responds but this only catches the queens attention. 

“I, Jadis, Queen of Narnia shall give you what you seek if you bring me 2 sons of Adam to my home between those 2 peeks. Do not come alone…”

Narnia AU.))

-Wirt and Greg were two young boys, who lived in England when it was plagued by the sorrows of World War Two. The boys were half brothers and their step father had recently been sent off to war. Whilst Wirt’s father had left the country a couple of years before the war had started.

It was this reason that the brunet had convinced himself that he wasn’t as close with his step father and half brother. Though of course deep down he actually loved them both. It was just that he found it fairly hard to come to terms with and to show it. It was like he kept the truth hidden in a box of lies for fear of opening himself up to these new member of family. Almost as he expected that they would bring nothing but hurt.

As London was unfortunately often prone to an air raid, the youngsters were forced to leave their home and mother. They were  taken to a train station by their dear loved one and were tagged. It turned out that the gentleman that was kindly accepting them into his house was a professor. He must have had a gigantic home...Then again Wirt didn’t want to go and Greg was at least for now being too immature to understand the seriousness of what was going on. He was making raspberry noised by puffing up his cheeks and pressing down on them.

It was only when his mother spoke up that the future tea pot child realized what was going on. He was being torn from his mother. Wirt frowned at him and then at his mother. The three of them hugged; even the teen sprinted up to his parent and flung his arms around her. Now both him and Greg had both had both parents taken from them in such a cruel way. The trio cried into each other for what felt like hours, but was only really a few minutes.

It was needless to say that the train soon slowed down at the station. A puff of smoke drifted about the area and the sound of the train coming to a stop echoed. Shhssh.

Now Wirt and his little half brother handed in their tickets and were ushered onto the train. The brunet lead the both of them onto the train He frowned at his sibling and sighed as they took their seats.-”Don’t move around to much Greg.”-The teen told him, referring to running up and down the train.

When the train began to move the adolescent waved his mother off, while his older brother just frowned at the sadness of their mother’s face.Gosh he was going to miss her.

Of course the smallest child sang and got up and roamed around all the way through the journey much to the annoyance of his older sibling.- “Argh, Greg. Quit being ridiculous.”-He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Once the boy’s had finally gotten to their new home they were greeted by the professor. Though days passed by and they found themselves bored. They had hardly any of their old toys at home and Wirt was told he wasn’t allowed to play his clarinet as it was too loud. So most days the chocolate eyed boy would lay around moping, while Greg sprinted about the area.

He didn’t even notice when Greg had first sprinted into the wardrobe.

Of course it wasn’t long in their world that the boy had rushed towards him spouting about some sort of imaginary world inside the wardrobe.- “Greg, there is no such thing. Now just leave me to sleep.”-He scolded, rolling onto his side. Though a few more persistent moans, caused the teen to give up and head into the wardrobe with the lad.

It was then that he realized.

The Unknown was real.-

The teen lowered his head and sighed. This was a depressing subject, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just a useless teen; not good for anything. He closed his chocolate coloured eyes in an attempt to escape for even just for a few seconds. No one deserved this, especially not that twelve year old before him.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance and got closer and closer. It wasn’t long before the area around them (even though it was still sort of light outside) got swarmed with flashing blue and red lights. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. It played itself over and over again before the sound of screeching tires came from behind the trio huddled before the carcasses of the vehicles.

A group of fire man arrived first, it was clear their job was to try and save the lives of the people that could possibly be still breathing within the car.

Now the boy’s eyes were wide open and facing the social services that had come to their aid. It was no surprise that just after the fire truck an ambulance arrived and then  a little bit (but not much) later a police car arrived at the scene.

Wirt turned his head again to face the fire fighters as they tried to help obtain the unconscious bodies from the car. He frowned at Wendy. He could only hope that her family were okay.

Of course the police didn’t want the two youngsters to be around for this so one headed over towards the little female to see if she could tell him what happened and if she had somewhere else to go. At least for now he tried to lead her around the back of the fire truck so she didn’t see too much of the horrors that were taking place.

The officer knelt down on one knee.-”Hello I’m officer Roudey. What’s your name?”-He asked, before receiving a response.-

“Okay Miss Darling and whose this boy? A friend of yours?”-He could tell they weren’t related, Wendy had much more fairer hair and skin than Wirt.

Wirt glanced up from his sulking position.- “I…I’m Wirt.”-He introduced himself.

Officer Roudey nodded and gestured for the two to follow him.-”Well, Wirt, Wendy, will you both please follow me. We’re going to help you out.”

-Of course Wendy didn’t want to just leave her family. She didn’t even know if they were okay. The brunet stood next to her as she tried to convince the older man to let her stay so she would know. He frowned at his friend. Being the push over he was; he was willing to leave the scene with the other male. He was just so weak willed.-”Maybe we should follow him…”-Wirt whispered, fumbling with his hands.-

She noticed a few fire-fighters heading over to the car that she had been in a few moments before. Her eyes widened as they began to look for survivors. Was her family alright? Were they alive? She hoped so. They were all Wendy had. Where would she go without them? She really wanted to run over to them but the child hurt too much to do anything.

When the police officer asked Wendy what had happened, she explained it to him. How that her father was on the wrong side of the road and wouldn’t listen to her. “I….I have no other place to go..” She said to the officer quietly. The twelve year old was still very shaken by the whole thing.

When he asked her name, of course being the polite girl she was, answered. “My name is Wendy Darling.” When Officer Roudey asked if Wirt was a friend, she nodded slowly, remembering about her neck.

Her heart nearly skipped a few beats when he told her to come with him. “But…I need to know if my family is alright sir! Please!” She said attempting to convince the officer nervously. All the nervousness and the loss of blood from earlier had made her a bit faint. She felt very dizzy.

The girl woke up to a vase of flowers on her bedside table. Though everything else was plain. Her covers were light blue and the walls were plain white. Even the female’s clothes had been replace by the doctor with a blue t-shirt and blue trousers. Her socks and shoes had been removed.

It was no secret that Wirt had been sat there for a while now and in fact he was beginning to fall asleep he had been waiting for so long. Yet, a slight murmur from the girl brought him back to the real world.-”Wendy…your awake.”-He whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. It could have been forever before the lass had awoken so he was glad that she had come out of this so soon.-

“H-How are you doing?”-He added, scanning the girl’s expression to get a good idea of what she was thinking and feeling. She must have still been in pain, after all it wasn’t that long ago.

She then heard Wirt. Her rescuer and only friend. How thankful she was to have woken up and heard his voice again.

Wendy sat up in the hospital bed and turned her neck slowly, still feeling the pain and gave the teenager a small smile, the bruises on her cheeks still hurt. Nevertheless, she ignored the pain and kept the small smile to the boy.

“I….I…I feel a tad better than I did a while ago.” She admitted, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “How long was I asleep for?” She asked Wirt. “Because, the last thing I remember was being outside with you and that police man.”

Yet that wasn’t the only question she had. She wanted to ask about her family. She really wanted to. However, Wendy was scared. She didn’t want to know. Yet, her curiousity yearned to know.

She took a deep breath.

All the boy could find himself doing was allowing his chocolate brown orbs to soften on the other youth. They seemed to offer his sorrows,apologies and empathy without him having to say a word. Of course he really felt for her. He was heart broken when he had lost his father in a less severe way. So to loose your whole family by death, must have been horrible. She was lonely now. She had no one. Her bluey-green eyes stared at him for an answer, beginning him for a positive one. But he couldn’t do it. He just lowered his head and closed his eyes tight. It was probably obvious from the youth’s failed attempt to tell her that her family were gone.

Sure enough it wasn’t long before the poor lass was sobbing her heart out. Wirt sighed, wishing he could be more useful. He wished he was good at comforting people, but the truth was he saw himself as useless at everything and now was no exception.-

They were…No….

No!

They…They couldn’t be!

They weren’t! They…They…

They were.

Her blue-greenish eyes widdened with horror as she covered her mouth with both of her hands. Tears formed in them as she cried out in sorrow. They couldn’t be gone. They couldn’t be! She couldn’t believe it.

Her entire family was dead.

Mother. Father. John. Michael. They were all gone.

“NO!” She sobbed, her hands covering her face, causing her words to be muffled. “NO! NO! NO! THEY CAN’T BE DEAD! THEY CAN’T BE!” She felt as if she was in a horrible nightmare and couldn’t wake up. The child wanted to just pinch herself to see if she would wake up and see her family standing at her bedside with Wirt. However, this was real. This wasn’t make-believe. As much as Wendy wanted it to be, reality seeped in like storm clouds on the ocean blue.

The youth even found himself welling up from empathy. His heart broke for this poor girl. She was only twelve and already had she lost everything near and dear to her. She was like a toddler lost in a supermarket.

An awful silence came from Wirt’s mouth. He was stuck for words to say. The lad wanted to scream something out, but the words were stuck in his mouth like a jagged stone. It would seem that nothing could help. It didn’t matter what he said.

Suddenly, the twelve year old threw her thin arms around the slender boy, almost making him topple backwards off of his chair. He hadn’t expected such a sudden gesture of compassion.

After taking a few moments to realize what was going on, the youth wrapped his lengthy arms around his friend and held her close. Hopefully this would be enough to comfort the poor sobbing lass.

He clamped his chocolate orbs tightly shut as he held her. Never before had he wished he had lied. It was just so horrible. He wished he could be deceptive, but if he had she would have found out anyway. The youngster was merely a spec of pain in a bigger picture.

Once again the once gnomish teenager found himself tongue tied. He turned his head to face the wall behind them as his eyes opened. How was he supposed to answer that question, especially to a twelve year old?

For this reason exactly, he didn’t use actual words to answer the female. Instead he slowly shuck his head, holding onto her even tighter.-

His chocolate orbs widened as he watched the scissors. With his past with scissors he found out that the mere object was very powerful. One of his friends were able to turn her family from birds to human with a pair of those things. Mind you, the scissors were shaped like a bird and Wirt never did actually see the after effects. He just assumed they had worked.

The gnomish teen’s mouth opened when he saw the tear that had been made in thin air. That was impressive. He fumbled with his hands.-”So stepping through there will take me home?”-The brunet asked, looking slightly unsure.-

“O-Okay. I- guess I could-”-He took in a deep breath.

‘Come on Wirt.’

-Wirt face palmed.-”Ah Greg.”-That little rascal had been playing pirates all morning. He must have decided to tie up this poor stranger and forgotten to untie them. Possibly because he was called in for lunch. Thankfully, on his way out the once gnomish teenager had head cries for help and entered their garage to see what was going on.

The youth wasn’t shocked in fairness, as his brother usually got into trouble while waddling around town. Yet, he was a little bit concerned about what this stranger was going to think of being kidnapped and trapped away for hours.

The ropes were hurting them? The youth snapped out of his thought process.-”Oh yeah. Sorry…Let me get that.”-He replied, sprinting over to their frame and untying them.-

“Sorry, my little brother…he likes to get into trouble.”-He tried to explain. Even so things did look pretty bad and he was hoping that this unknown human would find a way to understand and forgive what had happened.

Just as he had finished fumbling with the knot and the person became free, the brunet took a step back.-”I just want you to know I had no part in this.”-He spouted, quickly like a desperate criminal being interrogated.-

The brunet spun on his heel and walked up his drive and onto the path. His chocolate brown orbs glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough Aurora was following behind him as if she was following a tour guide.

As they headed around the town, they walked past the cemetery. Wirt pointed to it. Well there wasn’t a lot he was willing to tell about the graveyard as he wanted to refrain from sounding crazy. But he did try and say something about it as they headed past it in their tour.-”=“Ugh.”-He cough, bringing his bawled hand up to his mouth.-”That’s the graveyard. It’s kinda-…well…it’s a graveyard.”-The male stated, even though it was obvious. He couldn’t really think of anything other than that fateful day, so didn’t want to go in too much depth. After all, who would believe that?

Later on in their tour they headed down the street in which most of the folk Wirt knew lived. He pointed to a house across the road from the playing field.-”That’s Mrs Daniels house.”-He informed.-”She’s a weird old lady that get’s Greg to do garden work for her. But she’s nice enough.”-He added.-

“And that’s the playing field.”-Thankfully, no one was playing right now, other wise he would probably be watching Sara in her mascot suit.-

The teen lowered his head and sighed. This was a depressing subject, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just a useless teen; not good for anything. He closed his chocolate coloured eyes in an attempt to escape for even just for a few seconds. No one deserved this, especially not that twelve year old before him.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance and got closer and closer. It wasn’t long before the area around them (even though it was still sort of light outside) got swarmed with flashing blue and red lights. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. It played itself over and over again before the sound of screeching tires came from behind the trio huddled before the carcasses of the vehicles.

A group of fire man arrived first, it was clear their job was to try and save the lives of the people that could possibly be still breathing within the car.

Now the boy’s eyes were wide open and facing the social services that had come to their aid. It was no surprise that just after the fire truck an ambulance arrived and then  a little bit (but not much) later a police car arrived at the scene.

Wirt turned his head again to face the fire fighters as they tried to help obtain the unconscious bodies from the car. He frowned at Wendy. He could only hope that her family were okay.

Of course the police didn’t want the two youngsters to be around for this so one headed over towards the little female to see if she could tell him what happened and if she had somewhere else to go. At least for now he tried to lead her around the back of the fire truck so she didn’t see too much of the horrors that were taking place.

The officer knelt down on one knee.-”Hello I’m officer Roudey. What’s your name?”-He asked, before receiving a response.-

“Okay Miss Darling and whose this boy? A friend of yours?”-He could tell they weren’t related, Wendy had much more fairer hair and skin than Wirt.

Wirt glanced up from his sulking position.- “I…I’m Wirt.”-He introduced himself.

Officer Roudey nodded and gestured for the two to follow him.-”Well, Wirt, Wendy, will you both please follow me. We’re going to help you out.”

-Of course Wendy didn’t want to just leave her family. She didn’t even know if they were okay. The brunet stood next to her as she tried to convince the older man to let her stay so she would know. He frowned at his friend. Being the push over he was; he was willing to leave the scene with the other male. He was just so weak willed.-”Maybe we should follow him…”-Wirt whispered, fumbling with his hands.-

She noticed a few fire-fighters heading over to the car that she had been in a few moments before. Her eyes widened as they began to look for survivors. Was her family alright? Were they alive? She hoped so. They were all Wendy had. Where would she go without them? She really wanted to run over to them but the child hurt too much to do anything.

When the police officer asked Wendy what had happened, she explained it to him. How that her father was on the wrong side of the road and wouldn’t listen to her. “I….I have no other place to go..” She said to the officer quietly. The twelve year old was still very shaken by the whole thing.

When he asked her name, of course being the polite girl she was, answered. “My name is Wendy Darling.” When Officer Roudey asked if Wirt was a friend, she nodded slowly, remembering about her neck.

Her heart nearly skipped a few beats when he told her to come with him. “But…I need to know if my family is alright sir! Please!” She said attempting to convince the officer nervously. All the nervousness and the loss of blood from earlier had made her a bit faint. She felt very dizzy.

The girl woke up to a vase of flowers on her bedside table. Though everything else was plain. Her covers were light blue and the walls were plain white. Even the female’s clothes had been replace by the doctor with a blue t-shirt and blue trousers. Her socks and shoes had been removed.

It was no secret that Wirt had been sat there for a while now and in fact he was beginning to fall asleep he had been waiting for so long. Yet, a slight murmur from the girl brought him back to the real world.-”Wendy…your awake.”-He whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. It could have been forever before the lass had awoken so he was glad that she had come out of this so soon.-

“H-How are you doing?”-He added, scanning the girl’s expression to get a good idea of what she was thinking and feeling. She must have still been in pain, after all it wasn’t that long ago.

She then heard Wirt. Her rescuer and only friend. How thankful she was to have woken up and heard his voice again.

Wendy sat up in the hospital bed and turned her neck slowly, still feeling the pain and gave the teenager a small smile, the bruises on her cheeks still hurt. Nevertheless, she ignored the pain and kept the small smile to the boy.

“I….I…I feel a tad better than I did a while ago.” She admitted, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “How long was I asleep for?” She asked Wirt. “Because, the last thing I remember was being outside with you and that police man.”

Yet that wasn’t the only question she had. She wanted to ask about her family. She really wanted to. However, Wendy was scared. She didn’t want to know. Yet, her curiousity yearned to know.

She took a deep breath.

All the boy could find himself doing was allowing his chocolate brown orbs to soften on the other youth. They seemed to offer his sorrows,apologies and empathy without him having to say a word. Of course he really felt for her. He was heart broken when he had lost his father in a less severe way. So to loose your whole family by death, must have been horrible. She was lonely now. She had no one. Her bluey-green eyes stared at him for an answer, beginning him for a positive one. But he couldn't do it. He just lowered his head and closed his eyes tight. It was probably obvious from the youth's failed attempt to tell her that her family were gone.

Sure enough it wasn't long before the poor lass was sobbing her heart out. Wirt sighed, wishing he could be more useful. He wished he was good at comforting people, but the truth was he saw himself as useless at everything and now was no exception.-

The teen lowered his head and sighed. This was a depressing subject, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just a useless teen; not good for anything. He closed his chocolate coloured eyes in an attempt to escape for even just for a few seconds. No one deserved this, especially not that twelve year old before him.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance and got closer and closer. It wasn’t long before the area around them (even though it was still sort of light outside) got swarmed with flashing blue and red lights. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. It played itself over and over again before the sound of screeching tires came from behind the trio huddled before the carcasses of the vehicles.

A group of fire man arrived first, it was clear their job was to try and save the lives of the people that could possibly be still breathing within the car.

Now the boy’s eyes were wide open and facing the social services that had come to their aid. It was no surprise that just after the fire truck an ambulance arrived and then  a little bit (but not much) later a police car arrived at the scene.

Wirt turned his head again to face the fire fighters as they tried to help obtain the unconscious bodies from the car. He frowned at Wendy. He could only hope that her family were okay.

Of course the police didn’t want the two youngsters to be around for this so one headed over towards the little female to see if she could tell him what happened and if she had somewhere else to go. At least for now he tried to lead her around the back of the fire truck so she didn’t see too much of the horrors that were taking place.

The officer knelt down on one knee.-”Hello I’m officer Roudey. What’s your name?”-He asked, before receiving a response.-

“Okay Miss Darling and whose this boy? A friend of yours?”-He could tell they weren’t related, Wendy had much more fairer hair and skin than Wirt.

Wirt glanced up from his sulking position.- “I…I’m Wirt.”-He introduced himself.

Officer Roudey nodded and gestured for the two to follow him.-”Well, Wirt, Wendy, will you both please follow me. We’re going to help you out.”

-Of course Wendy didn’t want to just leave her family. She didn’t even know if they were okay. The brunet stood next to her as she tried to convince the older man to let her stay so she would know. He frowned at his friend. Being the push over he was; he was willing to leave the scene with the other male. He was just so weak willed.-”Maybe we should follow him…”-Wirt whispered, fumbling with his hands.-

She noticed a few fire-fighters heading over to the car that she had been in a few moments before. Her eyes widened as they began to look for survivors. Was her family alright? Were they alive? She hoped so. They were all Wendy had. Where would she go without them? She really wanted to run over to them but the child hurt too much to do anything.

When the police officer asked Wendy what had happened, she explained it to him. How that her father was on the wrong side of the road and wouldn’t listen to her. “I….I have no other place to go..” She said to the officer quietly. The twelve year old was still very shaken by the whole thing.

When he asked her name, of course being the polite girl she was, answered. “My name is Wendy Darling.” When Officer Roudey asked if Wirt was a friend, she nodded slowly, remembering about her neck.

Her heart nearly skipped a few beats when he told her to come with him. “But…I need to know if my family is alright sir! Please!” She said attempting to convince the officer nervously. All the nervousness and the loss of blood from earlier had made her a bit faint. She felt very dizzy.

The girl woke up to a vase of flowers on her bedside table. Though everything else was plain. Her covers were light blue and the walls were plain white. Even the female’s clothes had been replace by the doctor with a blue t-shirt and blue trousers. Her socks and shoes had been removed.

It was no secret that Wirt had been sat there for a while now and in fact he was beginning to fall asleep he had been waiting for so long. Yet, a slight murmur from the girl brought him back to the real world.-”Wendy...your awake.”-He whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. It could have been forever before the lass had awoken so he was glad that she had come out of this so soon.-

“H-How are you doing?”-He added, scanning the girl’s expression to get a good idea of what she was thinking and feeling. She must have still been in pain, after all it wasn’t that long ago.

((AU Where Wirt is supposed to marry Sara, but has accidentally practiced his vowels in a forest and married a member of the dead. Just like Victor in Corpse Bride.

Corpse Bride belongs to Tim Burton.

@cursedbluebird .))

-Wirt cursed himself as he sprinted across the bridge that hung over a small river. Why was he so useless? They were just little words, they couldn’t hurt him. He knew Sara could say them. She performed her marriage vowels so perfectly, but Wirt, oh Wirt, he always fluffed them up. At different part mind you, but not once had he been able to say them all the way through.

Sara didn’t seem to be all that bothered, but her parents didn’t want a spoil wedding. They wanted everything to be perfect and the brunet just wanted to impress them and to please his future wife.

The timid male sighed and clamped his eyes shut. He wished he could fly away. But that was impossible. He wasn’t a bird. Perhaps if he kept walking forever he could disappear completely. He wasn’t important to anyone; well apart from his brother. It wasn’t like he wanted to grow up to be like him though. Greg actually didn’t want to be like Wirt at all.

The youth had found himself out here in the dead cold of night because of his self. He had sprinted away from the wedding rehearsal in a panic. Everyone was mad at him (well everyone but Greg and Sara), even he was irritated with himself for not being able to say some simple words. The pressure just got too much from him.

Wirt lifted his head, and finally opened his chocolate brown orbs. He scanned his surroundings. Great now where was he? The groom to be frowned. He was surrounded by autumn colours, even though they were dim from the fact that the sky was covered in black sheets.-

“Alright, alright, you can do it Wirt.”-He told himself. After all; no one was around, it was just him.-

“With this hand I will…”-Stuck already, he threw his hands to his face and breathed a heavy sigh.-

“With this hand I will clim”-No that wasn’t it.

A few more steps.- “With this candle I will set fire to-”-Wrong again.

Come on Wirt. COME ON!

He took in a deep breath.-

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows.”-Wait. He was doing it. He was really doing it.- “Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine.”-That was it. Never before had he felt so prideful; the boy even began to dance and parade through the trees.-” With this candle I will light your way in darkness.”-He produced the ring from his pocket.-

“With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”-He smirked, placing the gorgeous little piece of jewellery on what looked like a branch. However, the branch was oddly shaped and thin, much like the delicate finger of a lovely lady.

It was then things began to change. The sky darkened even more if that was even possible. Even the wind picked up like a hurricane was on its way. Something didn’t seem right. His lips pulled downwards into a frown.

Suddenly, what turned out to be a hand grasped his hand and tried to hold him in place.-”Gaaah!”-The once gnomish male screamed, trying to pull away, but the hand wouldn’t let go.

Unable to make a quick get away, Wirt watched in horror as a red headed girl in a bridal dress ascended from the ground. Dirt smeared her once pretty dress and her freckled face. She was as pale as death and had a whole in her cheek where decay had claimed her.

Now standing at her full height the undead bride stared right into the other’s soul.-’I do.’-She whispered.-

Beatrice feels also a brief touch of warm skin against her own which to the boy is far colder than anything normal or living. This warmth resonates through her being, melting her freezing core. “Hm?” She responds to the once assumed disturbance before she looks to the man and answers his words with a simple “I do.”

The boy shrieks, making a break for it, having in the process began to run of with her hand. The hand feeling still somewhat connected to her functioning brain. Her mind feeling the movement of her disconnected hand and its digits which wiggle in the boys grasp.

Beatrice watches the figure run, following for her hand but she had not yet seen the face of the man whom had said such words to her. The girl sighing as she makes little effort to build up a full run to catch up to the boy. She sensed that he would soon tire, and lazily kept him in sight. Beatrice desired to see the face of the man, yet her mind played on how weak he seemed for such a tall man.

Unfortunately, while distracted by the still moving hand upon the ground, Wirt ran straight into a tree. This slowed him down a little, making him incredibly dizzy as he tried to sprint another length. The world around him span and was blurry. It seemed like the whole world was jittery much like the film from a scratched CD.

It was needless to say that soon enough the nervous male soon found himself tripping again. His vision was so terrible that he had tripped over a very obvious concrete wall. It wasn’t very high though. Possibly about two foot. Once again a yelp escaped his lips, as he scampered backwards. The girl was in sight. Heading towards him. The sound of her footsteps ringing out. CLOMP. CLOMP. CLOMP. Her heels dug into the cold, solid mud making a racket as she headed towards him.

Quickly, the married man scrambled back to his feet and rushed towards a light. The way out of the trees was just before him. Perhaps when he got out of this dark place this horrible vision would stop plaguing his mind. Just a bit further.

The once gnomish male rushed from out of the trees and legged it across to the center of the bridge that led from his town and to the ominous forest. Wirt scanned his surroundings, panting like a dog that had been trapped in a hot car for much too long. He’d done it. No one was there. He had escaped!

Finally, the young man allowed himself to hunch over to catch his breath. As he did so a sigh of relief escaped his parted lips.

It took a short while for him to fully compose himself, but when he had the man stood up to his full height and wiped a drop of sweat from off of his forehead.

However...

When he turned around to head back towards his home; there she was. The undead girl, who had now reclaimed her had and the wedding ring still attached to her bony finger was stood right before him.

She knew? That was the best news he had heard all day. The lad let out a sigh of relief.-”Oh thank goodness.”-He breathed, his face now a lot less contorted and more relaxed.-”Uh…”-At first Wirt didn’t know how to respond to this. It was weird being asked where he had come from as he never really left his home town. Well, apart from that once when he took an unexpected journey to the Unknown.-

“I’m from-…you know where normal people live. Earth?”-Wirt began to ramble.- “You know…where more things like me live.”-It felt awkward to try and explain this and with that pointed cone on his head, it was probably hard for the poor unusual being to fully comprehend where he was from. He just hoped she didn’t mistake him for an over sized gnome. But then again Wirt himself didn’t think he looked THAT much like a gnome.

The brown eyed boy stared at the lass, hoping that she would help him escape this place. He wanted to go back home to his cassette player, to his clarinet, to his family and to Sara.

Wirt waited for the girl to explain how he would get home. Though it was probably likely that he would have to go forth onto a journey once more. Who knew how big this place was, other than the Keeper.

She reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a small pair of silver scissors. In a spark and flash, the scissors turned. They changed in size to about the length of her arm.  The blades shone a decorative engravings of flowers and butterflies. 

His chocolate orbs widened as he watched the scissors. With his past with scissors he found out that the mere object was very powerful. One of his friends were able to turn her family from birds to human with a pair of those things. Mind you, the scissors were shaped like a bird and Wirt never did actually see the after effects. He just assumed they had worked.

The gnomish teen’s mouth opened when he saw the tear that had been made in thin air. That was impressive. He fumbled with his hands.-”So stepping through there will take me home?”-The brunet asked, looking slightly unsure.-

“O-Okay. I- guess I could-”-He took in a deep breath.

‘Come on Wirt.’

Over the Garden Wall!

-Wirt gulped when the Beast had approached him. He knew he was a dangerous creature that would stop at nothing to get poor,innocent children or youngsters to give up or become ill so that he could take their soul to make a tree of oil for his lantern. His soul burned inside said lantern and if he had anything to do with it, the gnomish teenager wasn’t going to allow him to take his soul. Even if he was a weakling, a coward and usually easily deterred.

In all honest the brunet was terrified of this monster. His chocolate brown orbs were wide with horror; just the sight of this demon was enough to prick his skin with goosebumps. He was literally covered from head to toe in these things, like a dog when it came to fur.

Even if he took steps back and trembled in his boots, Wirt still tried to act unafraid. After all that was the best way to approach this other male. Of course his eyes were kind of giving him away. That and his constant tremors and stammers.-”Beast…”-He muttered, glancing behind him for some assistance, from someone, anyone. Yet, there was no one there.-

“I-…”-His voice was a higher pitch than normal, the ghouls sight enough to make him anxious. He grunted, trying to reclaim his old tone.-”I will.”-He replied, trying to stare the other right in the eyes. Though his eyes did begin to trail after a few mere moments. He was a coward when it came to the bigger picture of things and for this, he punished himself.-

-Wirt frowned at the little tortoises as they trotted off into the darkness. It was then that a sound began to travel into his ear and began to attack his ear drum.This made the brunet wince and turn his head.

The Beast!

He gasped and stumbled to his feet. As soon as he was supporting himself on his stick thin foundations, he began to back pedal.- “I-I didn’t mean to- they-.”-The lad was too nervous to answer the Beast properly at least not straight away.-”They bit me.”-He finally spouted as he continued to move back.

No. There was no need to be afraid. The shadow couldn’t hurt him unless he gave up right? The youth took in a deep breath and brought his right foot before his left. He tried to act courageous, but knowing Wirt it wouldn’t last too long.-”I-I’m not afraid of you, Beast.”-He told, his tone shaky to begin with, almost giving himself away.-

“I just want to go home and find my brother. And uh…that’s what I’m going to do.”-At least the beginning of this sentence made him sound sure. Wirt knew that the Beast would probably want to strike a deal with him, but he also knew not to trust him. The Beast would try to get him to surrender and if he couldn’t do that, he would get him to help do his bidding.-

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Tree demon really didn’t have any deal on mind. Maybe one day. Not today. Once he’ll get stronger. His powers were really tested back there, near the frozen lake. Fortunately for him, he was able to stay alive. Still.. Those weeks being a weak turtle was a torture for him. He couldn’t stand this pathetic form. Yet, he cared about his servants and is doing that until now.

He gave him a mean look.

- You’re not fooling anyone, kid. Especially, you can’t. Fool. Me.

Then he cackled, making the air more cold.

“K-Kill?”-It would seem that it was that word that stuck in his head for the most part. It was such a sharp and strong word. The teen backed up, waving his palms in front of him.-”We don’t need to hurt one another...lets just...talk it out.”-Wirt tried to offer him, fearing the demon as all the other folk in the Unknown did.

His face had pebbles of sweat scattered around it and his mouth wide open. It looked as though he was screaming but no noise was coming from his mouth. Even his hues were wider than usual.

The teen lowered his head and sighed. This was a depressing subject, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was just a useless teen; not good for anything. He closed his chocolate coloured eyes in an attempt to escape for even just for a few seconds. No one deserved this, especially not that twelve year old before him.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance and got closer and closer. It wasn’t long before the area around them (even though it was still sort of light outside) got swarmed with flashing blue and red lights. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. It played itself over and over again before the sound of screeching tires came from behind the trio huddled before the carcasses of the vehicles.

A group of fire man arrived first, it was clear their job was to try and save the lives of the people that could possibly be still breathing within the car.

Now the boy’s eyes were wide open and facing the social services that had come to their aid. It was no surprise that just after the fire truck an ambulance arrived and then  a little bit (but not much) later a police car arrived at the scene.

Wirt turned his head again to face the fire fighters as they tried to help obtain the unconscious bodies from the car. He frowned at Wendy. He could only hope that her family were okay.

Of course the police didn’t want the two youngsters to be around for this so one headed over towards the little female to see if she could tell him what happened and if she had somewhere else to go. At least for now he tried to lead her around the back of the fire truck so she didn’t see too much of the horrors that were taking place.

The officer knelt down on one knee.-”Hello I’m officer Roudey. What’s your name?”-He asked, before receiving a response.-

“Okay Miss Darling and whose this boy? A friend of yours?”-He could tell they weren’t related, Wendy had much more fairer hair and skin than Wirt.

Wirt glanced up from his sulking position.- “I...I’m Wirt.”-He introduced himself.

Officer Roudey nodded and gestured for the two to follow him.-”Well, Wirt, Wendy, will you both please follow me. We’re going to help you out.”

-Of course Wendy didn’t want to just leave her family. She didn’t even know if they were okay. The brunet stood next to her as she tried to convince the older man to let her stay so she would know. He frowned at his friend. Being the push over he was; he was willing to leave the scene with the other male. He was just so weak willed.-”Maybe we should follow him...”-Wirt whispered, fumbling with his hands.-

The gnomish teenager began to panic.-”No,no,no. Not again. Not again.”-The boy whaled. It wasn’t like the last time was that bad, at least he had met some friends and had some good times there. But it was also incredibly dangerous and he knew that this place could be too.

In his blind panic Wirt hadn’t noticed the girl holding his hand out to him. Yet, when his chocolate brown orbs did lock onto her outstretched hand he grasped it. Weakly mind you, but at least he had a hold of it. He gently brought his hand up and down in sync with the female’s.-”S-Sorry.”-The lad apologized.- “I’m Wirt.”-The wimp finally introduced himself.-

“I just want to get home.”-The youth explained, scanning his surroundings once more. It was only when his eyes met the other’s again that his lips parted a fourth time.-”Do you know the way?”- All he could hope was that there was a way out of the this strange place. He had to get out somehow…-

In her years of being Caretaker, this would actually be the first time meeting someone who was so freaked out being in another realm. Most she met were just worried, or actually excited about being in Incubo. That was strange, because Incubo was not exactly popular like Wonderland and Oz.

She knew? That was the best news he had heard all day. The lad let out a sigh of relief.-”Oh thank goodness.”-He breathed, his face now a lot less contorted and more relaxed.-”Uh...”-At first Wirt didn’t know how to respond to this. It was weird being asked where he had come from as he never really left his home town. Well, apart from that once when he took an unexpected journey to the Unknown.-

“I’m from-...you know where normal people live. Earth?”-Wirt began to ramble.- “You know...where more things like me live.”-It felt awkward to try and explain this and with that pointed cone on his head, it was probably hard for the poor unusual being to fully comprehend where he was from. He just hoped she didn’t mistake him for an over sized gnome. But then again Wirt himself didn’t think he looked THAT much like a gnome.

The brown eyed boy stared at the lass, hoping that she would help him escape this place. He wanted to go back home to his cassette player, to his clarinet, to his family and to Sara.

Wirt waited for the girl to explain how he would get home. Though it was probably likely that he would have to go forth onto a journey once more. Who knew how big this place was, other than the Keeper.